Sometimes, all it takes for us to get back our mojo is a conversation at lunch time in the company cafeteria. That’s what happened with a group of us, sitting around a meal of rice, smoked fish in g-nut sauce and the usual accompaniments.
We got talking about years gone by. By strange design, we were all vets from a great blogging era. We looked back on a history of five years and saw the hitherto unappreciated fruits that have come out of it.
Through our blogging fraternity, there are those who have hooked up on a permanent basis. There are those who’ve got babies to boot. Last week, a couple jumped the broom in a quaint little eastern town.
So this is not useless. This is not about young people with no serious agenda and only focused on boobs and beer.
We are all many years older and wiser. The blogosphere has grown by leaps and bounds, to use a bad cliche. What Uganda is blogging about today is definitely different from what we used write about back when we were giddy with the discovery of this medium.
Back then, we wanted to use pseudonyms, probably because we did not know how this thing would react to how we used it. We hid behind nebulous comments so as not to offend the strangers. We did not have an opinion on the politics of the land or did not care anyway. We waited for prompts from Rev and the Insomniac.
Today, many shall probably come back with the new insight of how blogging is changing the world. Today, we shall come into the arena with a secret weapon stashed in the sand where it will be easily accessible to thrash the lion on the head.
Welcome back Aduk